However, he hadn't even finished speaking when a cold glint flashed in Shen Qing's eyes. She suddenly stepped forward and, before the man could react, seized his wrist—the one holding the handkerchief.
It was unclear what spot she had pressed, but the man cried out in pain. His face turned pale, and he broke out in a cold sweat, nearly collapsing to the ground. His grip on Second Miss Shen instinctively loosened.
Shen Qing looked at him coldly, scoffed, and said, "Is this one of Daliang's brave and battle-hardened men? Forget comparing you to the men of our Da Qi; you can't even beat a woman like me!"
When the man finally recovered his senses, how could he not see that the woman before him was no delicate flower, but someone who knew martial arts!
He grit his teeth, roared, "You bitch!" and swung his other fist viciously at Shen Qing.
Chen Li's face paled, and he rushed forward, but Shen Qing had already released the man's wrist and easily dodged his punch.
